The evening was drawing close, and the city of Fontaine basked in the soft glow of the setting sun. The canals reflected the last golden rays of daylight, and the air was cool and refreshing, offering a brief respite after a day of rain. You stood near one of the water's edges, watching as the light danced on the surface. The calmness of the scene was peaceful, but there was a hint of something deeper in the stillness.

You didn’t have to turn around to know Neuvillette was there. His presence was unmistakable, even in the quiet of the evening. The soft click of his shoes against the stone path was the only sound as he approached, his steps purposeful, yet never hurried.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” His voice broke the silence, smooth and calming, as always. It wasn’t just the city he was referring to but the moment—simple, serene, and filled with an unspoken understanding.